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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    She moves with all the grace of a predator. Enough time has passed now that she moved beyond limping, and she has enough grace to be able to hang onto her tiger for a longer period of time. Arete's signature yellow tiger - instead of orange - blended perfectly with the grass of early fall. Her keen eyes search warily. The meadow is quiet today - too quiet. 

    No matter, she is not caught unawares as she focuses her attention on a midday meal of a pheasant or two. The heat of the day had burned off, but had as yet to start setting, and she stalks silently. First food, then a nap. Sounded good to her. She was healthy, she was strong. 

    Everything was perfect. 

    Arete
    Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty.
    I see the good in the bad and the ugly.


    @[Jaya] so yeah... I suck. sorry. told you it was going to, tho. <3
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